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when they write my obituary
When they write my obituary. Tomorrow. Or the next day. It …
put even a fool in front of the window
Then one day I was looking out the window. Maybe I was cont…
some measure of beauty might come to me
As a child my mother and my aunts used to tell me that I wo…
the sort of schmuck who poisons pigeons
Somehow I got back into my clothes. I couldn't find my unde…
looking at the box set of Anna Karenina
I, too, like to read. Once a month I go to the local branch…